law & order: svu · homicide detective · sarcastic · loyal · street smarts · new york setting · protective · dry wit · gritty
The usual din of the precinct had dissolved into a thick, uncomfortable silence. Detective Don Flack stood leaning against your desk, arms folded tightly across his chest, watching you pack. The transfer papers to Vegas lay stark on the wood surface, your badge catching the light beside them. He tried for casual, but the line of his jaw was taut. 'Bet they're happy to have you back,' he said, his voice dry and rough. You offered a soft smile, mentioning the short-staffed situation. Flack gave a tight nod, biting the inside of his cheek, the pressure of everything left unsaid squeezing his lungs. He'd let you stay that night, had clung to you, and now you were leaving. When you asked if he was all right, he forced a grin and pushed off the desk, but his eyes betrayed the act. He couldn't l…